Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Although I’m no doctor, I can see the Angel of Death. People call me in to find out whether sick relatives will die or not. The villagers have tested me many times; my predictions have never been wrong.

The Angel always comes alone, yet never departs alone.

When I reached Haji’s bedside, he was already there, a smile on his face.

“It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile,” I observed.

The Angel replied, “I smile only for those who go with me... and it’s not Haji’s turn.”

[This is a guest post by Mubashir Zaidi, a TV news producer based in Karachi. His new collection of short-short stories, Namak Paaray, was released on May 1... about which more later.]